Some people have all the luck.
You know the kind—the ones who always win the door prizes at wedding and baby showers, who have actually won more than $2 on a scratch-off lottery ticket, who are always in the right place at the right time. It’s like they have their own personal Fairy Godmother following them through life.
I’m not one of those people. If it had been me facing down the barrel of Dirty Harry’s .44 Magnum and he asked me if I was “feeling lucky, punk,” I would have had to say “No sir, Mr. Dirty, sir, not me, no way.”
I almost never win anything.
Until last week.
I came home from a busy day to find a big, heavy box on the kitchen counter. When I opened the box, I found a large red tote bag inside.
Well, shut my mouth and call me Miss America.
It seems I won a Twitter sweepstakes sponsored by Betty Crocker. And I didn’t even know I had entered the contest!
Apparently, @BettyCrocker—that’s their Twitter name—ran a contest where they randomly chose winners from among their followers on this social networking site. And this chick was one of them!
So what did I win?
- 1 box of Turtle Brownie Mix
- 1 box of Frosted Brownie Mix
- 4 pouches of Fudge Brownie Mix
- 1 pouch of Chocolate Chip Cookie Mix
- 1 pouch of Peanut Butter Cookie Mix
- 1 package of Warm Delights Minis, Molten Caramel Cake
- 1 package of Warm Delights Cinnamon Swirl Cake
- Mixing spoon
- Tote/Reusable grocery bag
I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I was. I felt like the Dad in A Christmas Story when he receives his “major award.” I made the Big Man listen to a recitation of each and every item in the box several times. I called SisterChick. I called Mama and PapaChick. I told all the Chicklettes at my aerobics class. I broke out the happy dance and made the Big Man dance with me. If I could climb up to my roof without breaking my neck, I would have shouted it from the rooftop. “I am a winner!”
I’m pretty sure I even smelled the sweet scent of victory in the Betty Crocker fudge brownies I made for dessert today.
Could it be that my luck has changed? This might be the start of something big. The possibilities are endless….
Why yes, Mr. Scorsese, I’d love to be in your next movie.
Is that the Publishers Clearing House van coming up the driveway?
What’s that you say? Those jeans don’t my derriere look fat?